Author's Note: So let me start off this chapter by saying that NO WHERE is there a written requirement for the length of a chapter. That is up to the author to decide. That said. Stop telling me that I should have been ashamed of Chapter 13, that it was not a chapter, that I should have written more. Cause I had my reasons. Got you all thinking didn't it? Wondering who the big bad villain is didn't it? So enough grief over Chapter 13. I have a life outside of fanfiction and you know I didn't want to leave you all hanging for three months while I finish all my final projects, take my exams, and then go to Ireland. We good? Good.

So that being said here's Chapter 14! Hope you like it. Brought in some characters from the legends. Enjoy.

He had not been home in what felt like a decade, the second he had gotten the chance he ran away from Orkney, away from his father and his responsibilities as prince Gavin Lothain, heir to the Orkney throne. Yet, he had to return, he had been summoned by his father and he had to go back. Oh how his stomach churned at the thought of seeing his father. It was not going to end well. How could it possibly end well? After all he basically had to go tell his father that he was giving up his rights to the throne in order to remain in Camelot. To remain with Lancelot.

He sat upon his loyal steed, Gustav, riding through the streets beside Lancelot. They weren't dressed as travelers, not anymore. They proudly wore their uniforms, the crest of Camelot resting upon their shoulders, the golden dragon flashing at everyone they passed. Gwaine glanced towards his companion, a faint smile on his lips. He had to remember, had to keep reminding himself that what he was doing, who he was doing this for was worth it.

Gustav tossed his head, holding it high in such a way that only made Gwaine smile more as they approached the castle. He wasn't afraid, his beloved horse, so why should he? If anything Gustav was loving the attention he seemed to be getting. He was after all, an incredibly large and powerful animal with a gorgeous and flawless coat and mane. Gwaine took pride in his horse, even more so since it seemed that Wolfgang was learning form him.

But the moment had come as they walked into the basilica, it was time to go see his father. If anything, Gwaine felt sick to his stomach again. He did not want to go in there. Not in the least.

"Come on Gwaine," Lancelot said, already having dismounted, standing just a ways off waiting for him. "We should not keep the king waiting."

Why the hell couldn't they keep him waiting? With a sigh, Gwaine slid from Gustav's back, and climbed the steps with Lancelot.

It was exactly as he had remembered. Large stone hallways, tapestries hanging from the walls featuring the Lothain crest, a black field with a white griffon. There were stares, whispers, as they walked past the people in the halls, heading towards the throne room where Gwaine knew, just knew his father would be.

"You okay?" Lance asked, a hand resting on Gwaine's shoulder, a hint of a frown gracing his face. "You look like you're preparing for a full out war…"

"I'm fine Lance," Gwaine reassured him, placing a hand on the door in front of them. In fact, he was preparing for a war, or at least a lecture on running away. "Let's get this over with…" He gave the door a push, and it creaked open.

There at the front of the room, stood a multitude of guards, members of the house of Lothain, his brothers, Gareth and Gaheris, and of course, his father. Gwaine's entire body instantly tensed as he and Lance walked towards the king and what he was certain to be his doom. Oh he did not want to be there at all.

The two knights of Camelot bowed to the King of Orkney before they straightened up. Gwaine was about to open his mouth, when the younger of his two brothers, Gaheris, flung himself at Gwaine, wrapping his arms around his neck. The kid had only been about five years old when Gwaine had left.

"We thought we'd never see you again!" There was a bright smile on Gaheris's face, one that lit up his eyes and seemed to have an almost infectious effect on everyone around them. "What are you doing? Why are you wearing the crest of another kingdom?"

No one said a word.

"Yes Gavin…why have you disrespected the house of Lothain in such a way?" Their father spoke and everyone looked at Gwaine.

"My name is Gwaine, and I am a knight of Camelot." He put a hand on Gaheris's shoulder and met his father's gaze. "I'm simply here to renounce all claim to the throne and be on my way back home." He could feel Lancelot shift beside him, knew that his lover's hand was resting on his sword, worried, wary, and cautious as always. "Let's get this over with so I can leave again."

Again, there was a silence that was broken only by his father laughing. "You gave up your throne the second you ran away. Do not think me a fool Gavin I know exactly why you ran away and why Ban's necklace now hangs around your neck. Had you stayed I would have had you executed."

Gwaine wrapped his fingers around the hilt of his own blade, completely ready to defend himself, or Lancelot if need be. "Then I guess there is nothing keeping me here. Good bye fath-my lord." He gave an overly dramatic bow before he turned on his heel, making to walk away from him. And since he couldn't leave without saying a thing… "Camelot is more my home than this place ever was. I'm glad to be leaving it. Let's go Lancelot."

There was murmuring.

"Now that the pervert is leaving we can-"

Gwaine hadn't taken more than a few steps before the pure anger took over him. He had his father by the throat, tip of his blade pressed against his neck. "Who is the real pervert father? Me? Or a king who sat by and let his knights get slaughtered, let innocent people die? You are the reason I left. You are no king. You lost every shred of respect I had for you the day you sent them to their deaths."

"Gwaine."

Lancelot's voice brought him out of his trance like state. The guards all had their swords drawn, Gaheris was almost hiding behind Gareth who seemed to just be in a state of shock. Gwaine let go of his father's neck and moved away, brushing past Lancelot. "Let's get out of here…" He muttered under his breath, knowing he had over stayed what little welcome they both had.

He said nothing as they made their way back out to their horses, his hands were still shaking. He hated that man, hated him. If he still had been able to claim the throne he would have right then and there just so a decent king would rule over Orkney, not his father. Not Lot.

He mounted Gustav, giving the reigns a sharp tug to turn his horse around and silently made his way out of the area, Lancelot at his side. They rode in silence just till they were out of the town and back on the road to Camelot.

"Your father…"

"He let his knights get killed…he left the roads unguarded…it's why your…"

"Gwaine hush…It is in the past. It means nothing now. There's nothing we can do."

"I know I know but." He still felt horribly guilty about the entire situation.

"But nothing sir knight. We are going home. You want to race? I think Wolfgang is just itching to run."

He couldn't answer; Lancelot was already racing off ahead with Wolfgang. Gwaine shook his head and chased after him.

"Gwaine wake up," Lancelot said, shaking his shoulder. They had been back in Camelot for a couple of hours, in which time Gwaine had managed to fall fast asleep in their quarters. Not that he had expected anything less.

The man grumbled and pulled the blanket over his head. "No Gwaine you have to wake up. There's two men here from Orkney."

That got him up. Hell, Lancelot had never seen Gwaine move so fast in all of his life. The knight was dressed and armed in a matter of seconds before they were both off to the throne room.

The first thing that struck Lancelot upon entering the throne room was just how empty it was. The only people there were their fellow knights, Leon, Elyan, and Percival, and of course Arthur and Merlin, who sat side by side. The two people in standing before them seemed nervous, he could tell from their posture as they made their way to stand beside the other knights.

Gwaine did not look at the visitors.

"Now that my knights are all here. Who are you and why have you come to Camelot?" Arthur asked, appearing to do his best to mask his tired voice.

"Prince Gareth and Gaheris Lothain of Orkney sire." Lancelot took hold of Gwaine's hand and squeezed it. "We're here with a message for you sire."

"Speak it then."

Gareth looked down at his younger brother who nodded before returning his gaze to the king. "Your life is in danger. Everything you love is in danger sire."

In an instant, all of the knights had their swords drawn. "How do you know this?" Arthur said, his body having gone tense in his chair.

"Because the lady Morgan le Fey has been conspiring with our father to take over the kingdoms."

"I do not know of such a person."

"Yes, you do sire. You just know her as Morgana."

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